Teatime with the Jabberwocky

Posted on Mon Jul 14th, 2025 @ 5:44pm by Captain Shran dh'Klar & Lieutenant Commander Shoniara T’ghann-Travis MD & Lieutenant Inara Senn

2,015 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Wounds From the Mirror
Location: USS Saber - Sickbay

*** Previously ***

They materialized aboard the Saber, ironically in the sickbay. The room was freezing, literally, as frost seemed to cover most surfaces. Inara was placed on a biobed and a restraining field activated. Deanna looked over at the Vulcan doctor she had toyed with earlier in the Washington sickbay. She was unconscious, her body mangled, obvious signs that Shran had been working on her. She smiled as she looked back at Inara, "Perhaps I will have to do some catch up work on you." She took a hypo and injected Inara, putting her to sleep as well.

She looked on the opposite side of the biobed Inara was on and saw the body. She vaguely recognized this one, the patient she had allowed the doctor to work on. Well, no need for further work now. She chuckled sadistically. Oh, they were going to have so much fun.

*** And now the continuation...


Shran finished speaking with the assault team aboard the Washington in Engineering. They reported they had control, but the computers were encrypted. He considered what he might do, when Deanna arrived on the bridge.

She walked to the Andorian and kissed him deeply. Breaking the embrace, she gave a sinister smile, "I saw you had fun."

"More fun is still to be had" he replied.

"I found one that you'll want to play with. She is down in the chamber, if you wanted to take a peek" she teased.

The Andorian kissed her passionately. "Of course, my love" he replied. He gripped the chain and pulled Parker to her feet. "Let's go see who has come to play now, shall we?"

Sickbay/The Chamber

Shon opened her eye, the soft concerned look gone to be replaced by hard gimlets. She felt a flush of sensuality and the shock of causing pain that gave her pleasure. "Hey" she shouted, how about we play a game, let me show you how I can have fun?" The web was spun, the soft, gentle physician that was Shon had gone to be replaced by the need to inflict pain, to damage and repair only to damage again. The desire to kill to elicit pleasure rose in her.

Inara woke up, but the psychopathic voice in the room told her all she needed to know. She kept her eyes closed as to not draw attention. Her arms and limbs were in binds. Figures... first the Space Nazis, now whatever the hell this place was, and she couldn't find out right now, because she was in a real fucked up place. And she was alive for a reason.

The doors opened and Shran entered with Deanna and his "pet" in tow, still chained like a slave. He looked around, I see my doctor is awake now. And this other one?"

Deanna offered a smile. "They are both awake. Mine is hoping to play possum."

"That isn't very sporting of her. She needs to learn about penalties for such treachery" Shran replied.

Deanna smiled. "Of course, love." She walked over, pulling a blade from her hip, and plunged all 5 inches of the blade into Inara's right shoulder. She then twist it 90 degrees before pulling the serrated blade out, enjoying the shock and shooting pain that it caused Inara. Seeing Inara's eye now open she swept the hair from her face, "You see, that is better."

Shran fired his disruptor at the body laying along the side of the biobed, vaporizing it. He walked over and looked at Inara, "She looks ready to strike at you like a corner beast. How lovely."

"You should see the thoughts she has at this moment. Such anger this one has" Deanna replied.

"She'll have more soon enough" he replied. He turned his attention to Shon. "And you, my dear. How are you doing? It looks like the doctor patched you up fairly well. Ready for another round? I do believe I promised to complete my work on that arm of yours."

Shon smiled wickedly. "I long to experience more pain but I want to inflict my own kind of medicine, more dangerous, more painful. Let me join you, show you what I can do, let me bring them to the brink of death over and over again?"

"She is being truthful my dear. I do believe you have turned her to your point of view" Deanna stated, her voice filled with delighted villainy.

Shran had a gleam in his eye. This was unexpected. A delightful possibility. He leaned in and whispered to Shon, "You wish to do these things to others, to make them feel as you feel, to know pain? I will give you an opportunity to prove yourself."

He stood back and activated the EMH. "Good. Doctor, I want you to remove the restraints from the doctor and hand her the small blade. And then escort her over to the biobed where her colleague is and let her make good on what she had said she would like to do."

"Very well" the EMH said. As he walked over to Shon, Deanna pulled her disruptor, ready to fire at the first sign of treachery. The EMH did as instructed, releasing Shon form the restraints, handing her the small blade, and escorting her over to the biobed where Inara was.

"You said you wished to be the instrument of pain. Here is your opportunity" Shran said.

Shon's mind was blank as the darkness fought the light. The trauma of what she had suffered had moved her Risan brain and it had been subsumed by Vulcan darkness. "I could use this yes." she held the knife up. "But my pain begins subtly but then rages and ravages the body, especially the brain, you will see what the brain does, what it is willing to do to its own body." Shon looked at Shran and Deanna and clapped her hands. "I presume the EMH has access to some of the drugs I need? these will be mixed and injected into the brain via the eye. Will you give me that access?" she asked Shran.

"The EMH will watch you closely. Doctor, assist her. If she attempts anything that can be detrimental to myself or Deanna, kill her" Shran replied.

"As you wish" the EMH confirmed.

"Ooh yes I do wish!" laughed Shon. Now, 12cc's of Omidazone, no...10cc's we don't want to dissolve her whole brain, 22cc's of propamazine, 2cc's diaphramine to allow rapid absorption and the crowning glory 8ccs rifmapazil. Now doctor if you can rack that up and give it to me, I will go and .... reassure our patient.

Shon walked slowly over to Inara and smiled. "Inara, you know me, Its Doctor Travis, Shon," she caressed Inara's face, "do not worry I am here to help you. You believe that don't you?"

Inara made no scream as the knife pierced her. She felt the pain... and her eyes tremored. Perhaps Deanna should have realized that this woman was no stranger to pain, and it was like an old friend to Inara Senn. She felt it from Hela. She felt it in her dreams that time.. "You Liar." Inara noted. "First, you're not Doctor Travis... or the one I know. In fact I'd say you're a bag of fucking wildcats, with a damned wolverine tossed in there for good measure. Second, Doctor Travis knows better than try to comfort me by stroking, as you will not touch me again in that manner because I only allow one person, in the entire galaxy, the right to touch me that way." Inara Senn mentioned. "Also Omidazone? Diaphramine? You truly are a lunatic bitch." Inara smirked. "Where did you get your education?" Likely that insult would be lost on this savage.

Shon smiled an evil smile taking the cocktail of drugs from the EMH. "Good," she turned to Shran and Deanna, "now watch, watch the pain, she will want to tear her own skin off but restrained the pain will be exquisite. Now hold still." Shon held the injector to Inara's eye and depressed it. "If this does not work then I will remove some of her scull and inject it that way." the concoction followed the optic nerve to the brain and from there down the neural pathways from the cortex and thalamus and began to burn Inara's whole body turning it red and causing her to convulse whilst still conscious. She then took a serrated blade and slowly opened her arms and legs, then drew it across Inara's abdomen. Blood began to flow. "This will make the pain increase."

The pain was exquisite, yes; but this was only making Inara angrier and angrier. Hate boiling over into the most impossible rage. She had to break free. She had to kill. Yet again.. She was and always wanted to be a scientist. Now.. She was being tortured. A hate so monstrously consuming, she didn't want it to end...

She wanted to kill now. Did they expect her to snap? That already happened. She wanted to scream because of the pain. She began to fight the restraints. She then was put into survival mode. Her Betazoid telepathy, she suddenly drilled into Shon. Made her feel the pain. Regardless, this was no Betazoid Native that swore never to violate people's minds. This... was the ruthless and completely feral woman that survived fighting the Jem'Hadar, and the reason Inara wanted nothing more than to be a scientist.

Shon felt Inara's pain and laughed, "This is delicious!" she exclaimed as she injected more into Inara. She took a razor and cut jagged pieces from Inara's hair until the bone was exposed. Then she began a craniotomy opening her skull cracking the bone exposing the brain. "See how it pulsates," she motioned Shran and Deanna to come nearer. "Now we inject right into the brain, she is fighting it we know this but let us make her dance!" she injected the rest of the cocktail throwing the piece of bone across the room. "Sing for me Inara?" Shon cried as she began to croon.

The Sheer amount of pain and intensity, made her pass out and go into shock. One thing she was never going to do. Give her enemies what they wanted.

Shon was ready, "Oh no Inara, you don't get out that easily. "Stimulant?" she ordered from the EMH. It was passed to her and she injected the whole 40ccs into Inara, "Something for the shock I think Astrontaline 20ccs should be enough." Shon injected that into her also. "Inara, Inara, tell me when you have had enough my dear?" Shon hardly looked like herself any more, her hair hung around her, she looked like she was several inches smaller and much lighter. "Inara!" she crooned as she took the knife, "maybe a tendon or two, one has to be selective.

Shran and Deanna enjoyed the spectacle. Though not the original intent, Shran had managed to inflict so much pain on Shon as to convert her, similar to how the Terran Inquisitors were converted. And now Shon was inflicting such savage brutality upon a colleague. It was glorious. "Don't kill her. She hasn't been allowed to suffer enough."

"You should experience her thoughts" Deanna noted. "She would rather die than to give you so much as a scream. She loathes this universe. She hates that the natural order consistently keeps her from the peaceful life of scientific discovery she desires. She is a natural misanthrope. It is almost no fun torturing her. She seems to have an ongoing conflict with a being of extreme power, and malice. Oh, my love, we must probe this one's mind. Don't let her die, she has such delicious dark memories."

Shran looked to the EMH, "Assist her. Stabilize Inara. We'll give Deanna the opportunity to probe, see if we can get useful information for the universe."

The Andorian exited with Deanna, leaving Shon and the EMH to treat Inara, but perhaps in an oversight, leaving Capt. Parker in the corner. And the captain wasn't going to let the opportunity go to waste.

TBC

 

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